“I wish that aauugghh!!!” the original Sarah began and then reeled from the surprise haymaker from the other Sarah, who had rushed across the room to punch her with her body’s full momentum, and then rushed to pick the stone off the ground, when the original Sarah dropped it.
The original Sarah tried to get up, but her body wouldn’t move. Even in a body unfamiliar to “her”, Jon had punched her so hard, Sarah thought she was going to die. She cried as all her front teeth fell out of her mouth.
The former Jon, now ruthless and stupid like Sarah but at least aware of who he was originally since he was in hearing range of the wish, was about to gloat about her victory over the original Sarah, when she fell over backwards like she had been punched by an invisible fist, and then spit her own front teeth out too.
The original Sarah watched, not in enjoyment of this small “victory” for her, but in understanding that she had truly just proved that in fact she really was not up to the task of competently using the stone.
“With, thoo, thith our theeth,” she begged the former Jon through her broken jaw.
“I with, our theeth an haws were hithed,” the former Jon uttered painfully. Fortunately the stone accepted that. They sighed in relief as their injuries healed.
“Ah ah! No closer!” the former Jon warned. “Don’t make me test what I can do to you or what I’m willing to do to myself you fucking bimbo.”
The original Sarah burst into tears.
“Shut up, bitch! Shut up shut up shut up! I wish the original Sarah, but no one affected by being like her, would be unable to speak or utter a sound for the rest of her life. Let’s see if that works. Worst case scenario it doesn’t grant the wish.”
Sarah’s cries came to an abrupt halt. She soundlessly tried to cry but no sounds would come out.
“Well we already knew I wasn’t exactly like you, so I guess that works after all. I remember my own life as Jon, after all, even though my name is Sarah now. But I feel like I could do anything to you, and I don’t think I’d feel sorry about it,” the former Jon said. “I think maybe I like being like you, other Sarah. What do you think of that other Sarah? So I guess the question is, other Sarah, if the tables were turned, what would you do to me?”
The original Sarah would like to think that she wasn’t that terrible a person, but deep down, she knew she should expect no mercy, and Jon wasn’t just mean now, Jon was also very angry. So she did the only thing she could think of. She quickly hugged around Jon, their big breasts squishing together, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Jon was a pretty good kisser! But of course she would be. After all, Sarah was.
After the kiss was over, Jon-Sarah sighed, and said, “all right, fine, maybe I’m not feeling as evil as I thought. And if I’m not that evil, maybe you’re not that evil, and if you’re not that evil, maybe I won’t torture you. But now what?”
